Dilli Bambai

Wrote this once upon a time...

Dilli

It seems that the collective rag bhairavi of the Delhi junta melted the rain God. The city is rocking. And the first real rains of this season have come in style. I just came back from a ritual I have been doing as long as I can remember. Had a great time getting wet in the rains. This place looks awesome. For the poor mortals who can only see concrete for miles and miles, watching trees coming dangerously low, long winding glistening roads and street lights looking like hazy twinkles can be a dream.

Went out with my umbrella, which breathed its last today. Sat in my favorite place, which is a broken brick wall with eucalyptus trees and a small road in front. On a lucky day, I can sight at least six peacocks. Though my place is flooding, I can’t shut out the rains. I am happy.

It would be wrong if I don’t put in my metaphor for a rainy day. Looks the sky is crying along with me….. Its time, for Neruda and a hot cuppa of chai.

.........And it was at that time... Poetry came
to find me. Don’t know, don’t know from where,
it leapt, winter or the river.
Don’t know how or when
no, not words, not
voices, not silence,
but I was called from the street,
from the branches of the night,
suddenly, from the others,
in violent flames,
or coming back alone,
I, without a face,
it touched me.

Bambai

paani yahan bhi barasta hai
bahut barasta hai
fark...
wahan tehani se boondein tapakti thi
yahan imaraton me daraarein padti hai
us din sar pe suitcase rakh ke
kamar tak ke paani me tairte hue
ek chhoote sheher ki baarish yaad aa gayi